Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, after overlapping with McGonagall's soul, Mag sometimes couldn't tell whose memory it was, but he didn't bother to entangle it, and simply regarded it as his own, anyway, those things There is no way to separate them, and it is as if he has really experienced it, instead of watching it from a third perspective, and there is no sense of disobedience in recalling it.

Another reason is that since there is no way to go back, it is better to integrate into this world better. Now at least there is Amy who makes him want to guard, making all kinds of delicacies and seeing the guests enjoying themselves is very fulfilling. This The world is a new life for him, and he wants to live it well.

"It seems to be a person who is suitable for using swords." Mo Bai looked at Mag and his eyes lit up. He has forged more than 3,000 weapons from his hands for hundreds of years. He has seen too many guests, including sharp-edged swordsmen , There are heavily armored knights with heavy swords and no fronts, and there are also rookie brave men who have just fledgling.

Among these people, he has seen many powerful swordsmen. After holding the sword, there are not many people who can have a mysterious sense of fit with the sword, and all of them are one-of-a-kind swordsmen.

What's strange is that, unlike Mag, who is good at using swords, when holding this sword, it brings him an inexplicable sense of fit, as if this sword was custom-made for him.

"Could it be that because you often hold a kitchen knife, you have more spirituality and experience when holding a sword than ordinary people?" Mo Bai thought in his heart, and found a suitable answer by himself.

"Boss Mai, is it too heavy?" Ha Beng also asked with some concern. He still wants to eat meat buns at noon, so Mag must not get hurt.

"It's okay, it's a bit heavy." Mag resisted the urge to play a set of sword skills, and put the sword back on the shelf with a smile. For him now, this weight should actually be just right, according to his mind. Based on his current experience, using this sword with his current strength can just bring out those tricks in his mind to the extreme.

Of course, limited to the current physical nutrition, I still can't keep up with it, so I can only use the simplest part of it, but I should be able to beat a first-level knight.

Knights are the main fighting force of human beings in race wars, and the knight legion is now guarding the border of the empire, the most powerful deterrent to alien races.

A knight must pass the certification of the Knights Guild and obtain the badge of his level before he can be recognized. Before that, he will be called a rookie knight, and if he fails the certification, he will be called a fallen knight.

Of course, in the barracks, knights below the third level are generally called rookies by veterans. This is a tradition that has been maintained for more than a hundred years, and it is more of a kind of encouragement and supervision for recruits and young knights.

The identification criteria for a first-level knight are subdivided into several items.

The knight guild distributes them uniformly, and sets the questions uniformly. Those who fail to pass the exams cannot take the subsequent exams.

The next step is to test strength. The requirement is to be able to lift a stone with a weight of 150kg and hold it for ten seconds.

The final test of swordsmanship requires proficiency in basic swordsmanship, proficiency in actual combat, and actual combat ability.

Three steps, giving Mag the same feeling as taking a driver’s license test. If you fail the first subject, you don’t even think about taking the test later. You can practice hard for the second subject behind closed doors. The third subject is about to hit the road. It’s a donkey or a horse. Just walk and you will know.

Mag had vowed to do his own research back then, but he reversed the car and put it in the garage three times. Later, he bought the certificate directly with money, and then he received a stack of parking fines every year. Anyway, he just couldn't get in.

Although Mag has returned to his normal body now, it should be a bit difficult to lift a 150kg stone for ten seconds, but the swordsmanship in his mind and countless combat experiences are enough to fill the vacancy in strength.

In actual combat, strength does not determine the outcome, flexibility, swordsmanship, etc. can change the outcome.

After trying the weight, Mag did not continue to stay on the weapon, but looked at Ha Beng a little curiously: "Has Ga Ga not come back yet?"

"The news just came last night that the tribal war is over. Under the leadership of my brother, our tribe has won a great victory, wiped out and captured all the enemies, and regained the control of the gold mine. My brother has nothing to worry about. It’s just that I got a little injury on my hand, and I’ll come back to Chaos City in a few days.” Ha Beng said with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"That's good." Mag nodded with a smile. He had a good impression of Haga's silent big man. He was a little worried about his safety at first, but he was relieved to hear that he was fine. Two days ago, Amy even chanted .

"Then you guys are chatting, I'm going to meet a friend." Ha Beng said, and walked straight to the door.

"Boss Mai likes swords?" Mo Bai stepped forward, looked at Mag and said with a smile. Just now Mag said that the sword was too heavy, but he felt that the sword was just right, which made him a little strange.

"Men should have a dream of being a knight, and I had it before picking up a kitchen knife." Mag said with a smile.

Walking forward, his eyes swept over the weapons on the weapon rack, but finally fell on a somewhat messy sketch on a small table in the innermost part.

There is a spherical object drawn on it, which can be regarded as a cross-sectional view. It is filled with various things, and sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter are also scrawled on the side.

"This is?" Mag raised his eyebrows, this thing is incredible.

"Boss Mai, this is the thing that can emit huge energy that I told you last time, but until now I haven't researched how to exert its maximum effect." Mo Bai stepped forward, smiling wryly Said.

"This thing must be used safely, it's not a joke to blow it up." Mag swallowed, this feeling is like suddenly discovering that the uncle next door to your house is studying bombs at home every day, thinking about doing something. Big news, this carelessness will be taken to heaven.

"Yeah, not enough. I always feel that the power is still a bit weak. The dragon's skin is rough and thick, so it's not so easy to kill, and how to get this thing next to the dragon is the problem I want to solve most now. "Mo Bai frowned deeply, and he seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and fell into deep thought.

"Think about it slowly, I'll go back and prepare the ingredients first." McGonagall immediately ran away, not knowing where Mo Bai got the gunpowder formula, and he thought it wasn't powerful enough.

Although he expressed sympathy for Mobai's father being killed by the dragon, Mag still didn't want to replace the world into the era of hot weapons so quickly.

"System, how much is a sword of that weight just now?" Mag asked in his heart after leaving the weapons shop.

"A piece of one thousand gold coins, quality assurance! No deception!" The system's voice sounded.

"Didn't you say it's cheaper than children's toys?" Mag raised an eyebrow.